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POSTED: Sun Jul 01, 2018 1:05 am

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Oh no, oh no no no! How could this happen? The fields, her beautiful flax fiels had been infiltrated by vermin!

The day started out like any other, with the sun slowly creeping up over the horizon to meet the misty dawn. The critters of night and the creatures of day all swapped places, either rousing or tucking in for the next twelve hours respectively. Being a creature of the day, Valeria woke with the dawn, and after giving her beloved Theo a snuggle, she padded out of their burrow to greet the day. The elfen femme was a creature of habit - routine and ritual was good for the soul – so after taking care of some of nature's early morning demands, she strode dutifully towards Winterwynd to get an early start on her garden's daily maintenance. The crop itself was located just outside of the town; Calia had helped her pick it out.

But when she arrived she was met with a grievous sight... holes in her garden. She discovered the first one by inadvertently stepping in it and nearly twisting her ankle, but although she wobbled awkwardly she thankfully did not do any real damage to her limb. The girl blanched, staring at the hole for a moment before getting down on her hands and knees to sniff at it. Rabbit, she hissed. Why didn't I prepare for this? she muttered to herself reproachfully. She would have expected this with a food crop, but her flax field was nothing more than flowers. Certainly, they were a valuable flower and in about a month she would harvest them for the supple fibers from which she could make linen, but until then they were just a flower. Why did the rabbits choose this as their home? Wouldn't they have been better off with some poor farmer's carrot patch?

Valeria got back to her feet, her hands and knees now dark with moist earth. She was clearly distressed and dismayed, and she knew she had to act fast if she was going to save her crop. Even if the rabbits did not eat the flowers their underground warrens would wreak havoc on the root systems, and the tall flowers would begin to die out before they could be harvested. And it was ever more likely that whatever furry family had moved in would have offspring, and those offspring would undoubtedly chew on everything.

Whimpering wolfishly with frustration, she went to retrieve her few tools from a small chest placed near the garden. Yet, when she got there she stopped to chew on a nail and consider – obviously she was a girl with a plight. How would she get them to come above ground? How would she catch them without ripping up her entire field? What was the best action to take... catch them and kill them, set them free, or cage them? There were too many variables, and she could really use a friend right about now to help.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 01, 2018 1:48 pm

A ray of morning sun shining directly onto Jura's face had roused the female bright and early. She tried to turn away out of the light but the deed was done and the woman was awake. With a huff she had arisen, stretching enough to hear her joints crack all the while sporting a grumpy scowl. After basically falling down the stairs, descending steps never a skill she'd mastered in her lupus form, Jura had discovered a kitchen barren of anything but herbs. With a low growl Jura stalked outside of her house, keeping low along the side of the road out of Winterwynd and out to where the grass grew taller.

The past month Jura had been a bit of a recluse. She'd all but holed herself up in her cottage, only leaving to hunt occasionally or to tend her garden, if that counted. The woman had never spent so much time in her lupus form since before her first shift, having preferred her more powerful secui form as her default since. After joining the Mistwalkers her thoughts had blissfully drifted away from the past to the future and all of her time had been seized by her new trade and all the new faces around her. It seemed the female had run out of steam after a few months of it. Fatigue had enveloped the girl and all motivation had dissipated. With the past few days, however, the fog had lifted a bit.

Only a few minutes after leaving the town, Jura spotted Valeria at her flax field. She looked to be fretting about something. Through her mood, Jura felt a bite of concern and after a moment's hesitation changed course and padded over to the other female. She couldn't see anything outwardly wrong, but she asked nonetheless.

"Anything wrong, Valeria?"

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POSTED: Mon Jul 02, 2018 12:27 am

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So lost that she was in her worries about the garden's infestation that she did not notice the approach of another Mistwalker until she was upon her. Valeria's ears twitched and her sapphire gaze lifted just a breath before Jura began to speak, asking about what was wrong. The elf was unable to hide her turmoil with a placating expression, instead she telegraphed her concern on her face, and with the frown etched upon her muzzle.

Yes, very wrong, she said. The words were not harsh or sarcastic, just matter-of-fact. She bent down to pick up a small hand spade, and when she straightened, she gestured towards one of the many holes that led underground to the maze the rabbits would have inevitable dug up overnight. It seems a rabbit family decided to build their warren beneath my flax field. And with that, she sighed and deflated a bit.

Padding over to Jura, she stood next to the Crowstooth and peered down at each patch of disrupted earth. They came overnight, the field has been clear for months, and harvest time is just a little over a month out. If they start eating the roots up the plants will die and the crop will be lost. I just... I don't even know where to start. I helped tend the fields back in my old pack but I was never a lead gardener like this. I know they kept the vermin under control somehow... I just don't know how. Regardless, I have to do something about the family that moved in but I don't know what the best recourse would be. She suddenly realized she was giving Jura a lot back to a single question, and decided to let her plight hang in the air half-constructed. She didn't want to press on and talk about options and make Jura feel obligated to help.

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POSTED: Wed Jul 04, 2018 3:34 pm

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Jura certainly not expect the word vomit that came from Valeria. It seems she was in quite a pickle. Although she'd be the first to admit that she knew little of farming past her own little herb garden, Jura felt a swell of worry in her chest over all the hard word her pack mate had put into the crop. Amber eyes watched the flax sway in the gentle breeze with concern. Rabbits, although delicious, were pests. The snowy female took a seat next to her friend and stared down at the hole slash warren that was causing the problem.

"Hmm... I don't know. We could maybe smoke them out? I'm afraid I don't know much about pest management." Leaning over, Jura knocked her shoulder into Valeria in an attempt at reassurance. The female had watched her friend toil over her field since she first had it sown. There should be a way to get the fluffy nuisances to leave, whether in a friendly manner or not. They'd make a good stew if the pair decided on a not-so-nice method. "Do you have any ideas to get the blighters?"
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POSTED: Thu Jul 05, 2018 7:03 pm

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Ok, so, just blurting all of her problems out at Jura did nothing to actually alleviate the situation. Next step.

I don't know how we'd get the smoke to go down, she said, in reply to Jura's idea. Smoking the animals out of their warren wasn't a very bad idea, but she didn't really know how to do it. Would it work just stuffing one of the entrances with kindling and lighting it? She didn't see how the fire would get enough air to move through the system of tunnels effectively. And then, of course, they would run the risk of burning her valuable flora, too.

Maybe we could poison them? she thought out loud, but that didn't sound like a viable option, either. First of all, did anyone around here even know about poisons? But more importantly, it was not an honorable way to handle one's foe, plus depending on what they gave to the hovel, they could blight the meat and make the creatures' deaths be an entire waste. She just couldn't do that to another living thing.

And then, of course, if they trapped and released them they might just come back. Well, it would be better than just murdering a whole family of bunnies... but if they came back when she wasn't around they could do a lot of damage before she could do anything about them.

I think our best option is to trap them, she announced, even though she had no idea what to do with them after that. Maybe someone will have a use for them. Or, if worse comes to worse, we can just eat them one-by-one. I know how to set up a snare trap that will capture them in small, handmade cages. I could use some help gathering the materials, though. I would need branches, about this thick at least, she made an O shape with her fingers that was about an inch around. Some twine or a leather thong, anything like that, and bait.

Her eyes shifted from her bruised field to Jura. She looked at her pleadingly. You wouldn't want to help me gather any of that, would you?

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Jura listened, nodding as Valeria debunked her idea to smoke the rabbit family out of their inconvenient home.. Yeah, she had no idea how to even try that either. They'd need something to blow the smoke all through the warren consistently and paws or fabric probably wouldn't get it done well enough to make the rabbits scram. Her packmate's next suggestion didn't sit well with her. She didn't think highly of poisons, or have any idea how to make them or use them. Plus, it would make them dangerous to consume afterwards. Judging by Valeria's uncomfortable expression she wasn't too fond of the idea either.

Jura nodded as Valeria explained her plan to trap the family, knowing just where to get the materials for the cages. "No problem. I'll be back in a minute." Rising from her relaxed, seated position, Jura stretched and took off back to her farmhouse where she knew a pile of branches sat in her back garden. Once she arrived, brushing past the thick foliage clinging to the old stone walls of her home, she paused to shift into her more useful optime form. She bypassed the thick bundle of branches and hopped over plants to her potting shed and reached in an arm to grab blindly for the twine bundle she kept inside. Once she managed to grab it,he snowy female ripped off a piece and promptly wound her hair into a messy braid to get it out of her face before doubling back for the branches.

She made it back to Valeria in record time, dropping the branch pie behind them and holding the twine out for her packmate to take. "I think that should be good for a few cages I hope. Should we get this show on the road?"

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POSTED: Wed Jul 18, 2018 3:06 pm

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It was almost cute the way Jura was so happy to help, and took off in the blink of an eye to begin gathering the supplies she asked for. She smiled in the woman's wake, then she turned to the work that was her duty. They couldn't set up a trap at each and every opening to the warren, they would have to make a few and lead the rabbits to them, and that meant controlling where the animals could exit. So, methodically, Valeria began to fill in certain entrances into the warren at certain areas, covering them with soil and then placing large rocks atop them, so the animals couldn't just dig back out. She was on her hands and knees placing a rock when Jura returned in her shifted form.

Jura came back so fast that she thought she might have just forgotten something, or needed her help. Her head popped up through the stalks of flax and bright sapphires peered at the snowy woman, but a quick assessment found not only a bushel of branches, but the twine as well!

Wow! exclaimed Valeria. That was fast! She got to her feet and walked over to Jura, accepting the bundle of sticks. This might take a little time, she admitted. Let's find some shade. And she did, leading Jura to the shady of a tree, that whispered softly as the breeze toyed with it.

She snapped some of the branches and showed Jura the various sizes she needed. We're going to make a little cage. It will be propped up rather precariously, with bait inside. When the rabbit enters, it will knock the fragile support and the cage will come down over it. This is a pretty effective method of trapping. She stacked the twigs and began to twist the twine around the ends where they joined. Do you want to try? Or, I could use some shallow holes to put the bait in. Just a few inches.

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It was only after Jura dumped the branches down that she properly noticed what her bunny-catching companion had done. Amber eyes darted around the rock covered holes and Jura grinned and nodded, hands on hips. That was smart. Now, if all went well, the fluffy buggers wouldn't be able to escape their traps.

The snowy female followed Valeria to the shade of the tree, glad for the reprieve from the surprisingly harsh sunlight. She hadn't realised how hot she'd been getting from all the running around. She sat down on her rear with a great 'thwump' and a sigh. The previously fatigued female was buzzing to get going now that she had a problem to solve and a friend to work with. The cook watched, leaning back on her hands as her fellow Mistwalker explained how to make the traps and then got started. The sticks didn't to co-operating too nicely, sliding out of alignment slightly as Valeria wound the twine around tightly.

"I think more hands could be needed to make these traps." Jura murmured, shuffling closer to place her paws on the wayward branches to steady them. Once more of the branches were tied together to make the structure more secure, Jura would go and dig the holes while Valeria finished. "So what are you going to do with your crop once it's harvested?"
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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 11:17 pm

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In due time, the women were settled in the shade of a tree making quite the scene with their trap-making. Even though Valeria knew the steps, her skill was rudimentary at best and she was only marginally better than Jura, who appeared to not have done this before at all. It took several tries before she figured out how to keep sticks from rolling away or coming loose while she worked on opposite ends, but eventually she found a tentative rhythm. Still, she let out a hearty chuckle when Jura said more hands are needed. That's for sure, she admitted, swallowing the urge to say something like 'it just takes practice' or other unhelpful, common sense statement. The truth of it was it was tricky, and difficult, and the day was warm, and they would both probably rather be swimming or something. But instead of lounging, Jura – whom she had just met – was being a good friend, sticking by her side and helping her, and for that Valeria was forever grateful.

The women began to work together. Valeria had expected to work independently, but things went much faster when Jura held the branches in place while Valeria lashed them together, or vise versa.

Well, it's flax, so it's great for making linen, Valeria explained. It'll be harvested in about six weeks or so, set out to dry, then you crack open the hulls for the fibrous materials inside. It takes more time and labor than it sounds like... but once that's done, you turn the fiber into thread and the thread into textile. She gave Jura a quick smile. That is, if I can pull together the tools I need for it. So far, no luck. Can you hand me that stick?

The first trap was almost done when Valeria began to feel the weight of the day on her. She sighed, sitting back on her heels and peering at Jura. It's warm, I will be right back, and then she excused herself. Valeria disappeared toward Winterwynd, and reappeared about fifteen minutes later with a pail of water and some jerky. She offered the pail to Jura to drink from, first, and split the jerky in two and held out half to Jura. Here, go ahead and relax, I'll place this first one, though she was hungry and thirsty, her desire to see if the trap held was foremost. A bit excited, she took the makeshif cage and pranced over to the remaining warren hole, propped it up carefully on the sticks, placed the bait, and then jogged back to Jura and sat down again.

Now we wait, she said, taking a long drink of water.

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